There's got to be some reason for all this miseryA secret evil corporation somewhere overseasThey're pulling strings, arranging thingsIt's a conspiracy

Or what about the ones who shape the course of historyWhat if we petitioned for one grand apology?I'll write to my prime ministerYou, write your president

Everybody's wondering how the world could get this wayIf God is good, and how it could be filled with so much painIt's not the age-old mystery we made it out to beYeah, there's a problem with the worldAnd the problem with the world is me

Some will say the devil and his legionsThey put us in a headlock of submissionBut they lost all power over meA long, long time ago

And since I was a kid you know I've caused a lot of hurtAnd no one ever taught me how to put myself firstIt came so very naturallyBut I'm not a prodigy

So I will look no further than a mirrorThat's where the offender hidesSo great is my need for a redeemerThat I cannot trust myselfNo, I cannot trust my selfI dare not trust myselfSo I trust in someone else

The sooner you can sing alongThe sooner you can sing this songThe happier we'll beThe problem with the world is me